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The cicada’s sizzle-hum sings all September, rising high in rippling waves. Ironweed’s melancholy plum brightens alongside showy goldenrod. Monarchs and swallowtails flit between asters and milkweed leaving a legacy of yellow-orange eggs. Jerusalem artichokes reach heavenward winking their bright black eyes in afternoon slanted sunlight. All the world’s gone to seed. Sumac plumes darken to … Read more